Can you solve this riddle?

Oft I must strive with wind and rain, battle them both when under the sea. I feel out the bottom, a foreign land. In lying still, I am strong in the strife. If I fail in that, they are stronger than I and wrenching me loose soon put me to root. They wish to capture what I must keep. I can master them both if my grip holds out, if the rocks bring succor and lend support, strength in the struggle. Ask me my name!

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